Flash 55 - aGoT

A GAME OF THRONES in 55 words.

White Walkers!

Gared loses his head.
 
Wolves for Starks.
 
Robert Hands it to Ned
 
Bran flies.
 
Jon: his back to the wall.
 
Don’t trust Baelish
 
Catelyn, Dwarf, Lysa, Brat.
 
Imp, Bronn, Mountain men
 
Daenerys loses everything
 
Robert gets boared
 
Ned loses his head
 
Arya escapes, Sansa doesn’t
 
Displaced queen cum Kaleesi has hot time.
 
Dragons!



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ALAS, INDEED!

Alas, poor Yorick!

Was he stabbed?  Poisoned?

Who knows? But still dead

Then .  .  .

He lost his head

Was he worse off then Marie Antoinette?
Or better?

Having seen dear friends
Devolve into dementia where they

Hallucinate
Forget their family members
Can’t find the bathroom

I’ve come to appreciate the virtues
Of a nice clean beheading

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Inspired by this post for last week's FF 55

and too damned much of real life

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This week, the G-Man gave us a fun and light-hearted mini-romp.

Mine is in a much darker hue.

 

Image from B&N [and my apologies to Mr. Olsen]

LAST RIGHT

I sat in the last pew.

Her husband sat in front, head bowed.

Her daughters, now almost grown women, looking so much like her, gave the readings.

I shed my silent tear, prayed for the repose of her soul; that her sins may be forgiven; and thanked God that they would never have to know.

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Friday Flash 55 - Fun While it Lasts

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Fun While it Lasts

The last man on earth sat alone in a room.  There was a knock at the door.

He opened it, and let in the last woman.

“I’m a bitch and you’re an asshole, “ she said, taking off her clothes, “but we’re all we got.”

Things were interesting for a moment.

Then the meteor hit.

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Friday Flash 55

Friday Flash 55

I haven't tasted human flesh yet, but I have written a Friday Flash 55.

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A FAIRIE'S EYES

The green of fairie's eyes varies with lighting and mood -- yours and hers.

Emerald in sunlight or passion; moss or fern in winter, or low light.

Jade if angered or you hurt them badly.

Under filtered moonlight, or at dusk [if you are especially pensive] they can appear gray.

But that is an illusion.

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This is reduced to 55 words from a comment I left at Jasmine Calyx.   It was rather stream of consciousness at the time, and doubly so now.

Friday Flash 55

On Saturday.  I'm a day late, but have a dollar in my pocket.

Here are two entries, continuing the weird story that is building itself in a variety of flash formats.

CHERYL'S BABY

[continued from here]

Cheryl gazes at her new-born daughter’s beautiful face, not quite identical to hers – a variation on a theme.

Her wisps of blond hair are curly.

Her little dimpled knees, her fingers and toes are perfect.

Everything about her is perfect.  Everything.

She yawns and stretches the way babies do, and flutters her tiny diaphanous wings.  

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LOVE AND MARRIAGE

[continued from here]

As Cheryl and Gil are preparing dinner, she says, " We haven’t cooked together for a while."

Gil catches her meaning.

Later that night, as they lay with their limbs entangled, Cheryl whispers, "I really do love you."

"Really?,” Gil wonders.  How much was she doubting herself?

"And I really do love you," he replies.

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Friday Flash 55 discovered via Ann Pino

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